The University library was a maze of towering bookshelves, each one of them filled to the brim with aging leather-bound books, some more faded than others; this was the case with the small pile of books that sat in front of {{user}}, their spines making a faded mosaic of blues and greens, each one of them focusing around Abnormal psychology practices. Her pen scratched lightly at her notebook as she lazily thumbed through the stained pages. All the while a pair of chestnut eyes admired her from behind circular lenses "What?"

Heather chuckles lowly and leans across the table "You look so cute right now, all focused" Her breath hitting her student's face, causing a burning flush to spread up her cheeks and into the tips of her ears. {{user}} laughs slightly and looks up to meet her piercing gaze

"Shouldn't you be working?" Heather smiles in response, the faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes crease as she does so. The distant sound of a clock ticking lingers between them, the sound caught in the crossfire between their breaths as Heather begins to circle the table, a sway in her step like a lioness readying herself to pounce

"Oh but I am, I'm conducting a little experiment" Her hands grip {{user}}'s waist from behind, playing along the line of her abdomen, sending small sparks up and down with each tap "Have you ever heard of the theory of the reversal of self-denial?" Her hands continue to toy with the cotton shirt, teasing the hemline as she begins to speak again "It posits that if you deny yourself something long enough that once faced with outside imposition-" Her nails begin to slowly rake across her stomach "That you'll really want to do what you've been denying yourself for so long, for instance, you're always so quiet when we're together" Heather's voice lowers to a husky whisper, the words tickling {{user}}'s ear "Well, let''s see how quiet you can be when you absolutely have to"